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My boss wants to spank my @ss until it's pink all over. And I want to let him!

Katie:

Damien Hudson was only supposed to take me on a date.
He wasn’t supposed to take my virginity.
I wasn’t supposed to let him.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to like it.
Now he’s my boss and I know I’m being a bad girl at the office.
But I also know that my older, more experienced and filthy rich boss knows just how to punish me for my sins.

I’ll give him my body for whatever purposes he sees fit… but what will he do to my heart?

Damien:

I took her virginity and she seems to have taken over my mind.
I fuck a lot of women but I keep it in my pants at work.
I didn’t get to be a billionaire CEO by giving into distractions.
When I meet Katie Finnegan at my lawyer’s office, things get out of hand:
I get into her sexy panties and she gets into my fucking head.
Now she works for me and both things are still all twisted up.
I never should have taken her to dinner– I’m determined to leave our scorching hot night in the past.
But first I’m going to have to take her over my knee and spank her for letting it happen.

My boss wants to spank my @ss until it's pink all over. And I want to let him!

Katie:

Damien Hudson was only supposed to take me on a date.
He wasn’t supposed to take my virginity.
I wasn’t supposed to let him.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to like it.
Now he’s my boss and I know I’m being a bad girl at the office.
But I also know that my older, more experienced and filthy rich boss knows just how to punish me for my sins.

I’ll give him my body for whatever purposes he sees fit… but what will he do to my heart?

Damien:

I took her virginity and she seems to have taken over my mind.
I fuck a lot of women but I keep it in my pants at work.
I didn’t get to be a billionaire CEO by giving into distractions.
When I meet Katie Finnegan at my lawyer’s office, things get out of hand:
I get into her sexy panties and she gets into my fucking head.
Now she works for me and both things are still all twisted up.
I never should have taken her to dinner– I’m determined to leave our scorching hot night in the past.
But first I’m going to have to take her over my knee and spank her for letting it happen.

Take Me. Teach Me. Train Me. Please, Boss.

I’m filthy rich and used to getting everything I want:
A yacht, jet skis, a private plane and plenty of focking women.
But my one rule is never to mix work and pleasure.
An office fling isn’t worth losing my lucrative law firm.

Now I have a spunky young secretary named Ruby.
I also have a dilemma.
Because I want Ruby in a way I’ve never wanted anyone.
My cock is as ready as my mind is hesitant.
I’m her much older boss— old enough to know better.

I can tell by the way Ruby looks at me:
I make her knees weak and her panties wet.
She thinks she wants me. For her very first time.
But she doesn’t know what it is she’s asking for.

I don’t just want her on my desk, on my floor, on my lap.
I want her tied up and begging me to do whatever I want with her.
Taming her will be quite a challenge.
Ruby’s no pushover. She has a mind of her own.
I’m beginning to suspect she also has some dark secrets.
Her own past, mixed with my present desires, could get us both into a lot of trouble.

Tying her up could take me down.
But I don’t let anyone’s rules fucking stop me from getting what I want. Not even my own.

I’m filthy rich and used to getting everything I want:
A yacht, jet skis, a private plane and plenty of focking women.
But my one rule is never to mix work and pleasure.
An office fling isn’t worth losing my lucrative law firm.

Now I have a spunky young secretary named Ruby.
I also have a dilemma.
Because I want Ruby in a way I’ve never wanted anyone.
My cock is as ready as my mind is hesitant.
I’m her much older boss— old enough to know better.

I can tell by the way Ruby looks at me:
I make her knees weak and her panties wet.
She thinks she wants me. For her very first time.
But she doesn’t know what it is she’s asking for.

I don’t just want her on my desk, on my floor, on my lap.
I want her tied up and begging me to do whatever I want with her.
Taming her will be quite a challenge.
Ruby’s no pushover. She has a mind of her own.
I’m beginning to suspect she also has some dark secrets.
Her own past, mixed with my present desires, could get us both into a lot of trouble.

Tying her up could take me down.
But I don’t let anyone’s rules fucking stop me from getting what I want. Not even my own.

Take Me. Teach Me. Train Me. Please, Boss.

I’ll show her the ropes. And then I’ll tie her up with them.

Asher:

Madilyn St. Clair doesn’t know it but I hand-picked her to be the newest employee at my firm.
I’ve assigned myself as her mentor and I plan to teach her everything I know. And I do mean everything.
I’m her first boss and I happen to know I’d be her first… everything else.
I knew I wanted her before she even started working here.

Now that she’s here, I really fucking want her. Those curves. That smile. The way she looks at me with those innocent yet “come and get me” eyes. I know I can make her mine.
She makes me chase her but I know she’ll be saying “Yes, Boss” soon.
No one is going to stop me from taking what I want, except maybe myself.
I built this firm from the ground up and I don’t follow anyone’s rules. But I do have my own rules to make sure I don’t ruin everything I’ve made by playing fast and loose with my heart. Like I’m starting to do with her…
I’m used to getting what I want but I’m not used to wanting something more.

Madilyn:

My boss is not supposed to be trying to sleep with me. And I’m not supposed to want to let him.
Asher Marks and I couldn’t be any different if we tried. Sure, we’re both ambitious lawyers but the comparison stops there.
He’s older, much more experienced than I am in the courtroom and the bedroom, he’s filthy rich and the word around the firm is that he’s a player.

I can’t stand guys like him. He thinks he can do what he wants whenever he wants.
He wants me to say “Yes boss,” “Please boss,” “More boss.”
For some strange reason, I start to want to say it. I want to let him have me. What has gotten into me?
I’m the type of woman who likes to stay in control of my life, my career and my relationships.
So why do I want to give it up— quite literally— to my boss, of all people? And what will happen to my career— and my heart— if I do?

I’ll show her the ropes. And then I’ll tie her up with them.

Asher:

Madilyn St. Clair doesn’t know it but I hand-picked her to be the newest employee at my firm.
I’ve assigned myself as her mentor and I plan to teach her everything I know. And I do mean everything.
I’m her first boss and I happen to know I’d be her first… everything else.
I knew I wanted her before she even started working here.

Now that she’s here, I really fucking want her. Those curves. That smile. The way she looks at me with those innocent yet “come and get me” eyes. I know I can make her mine.
She makes me chase her but I know she’ll be saying “Yes, Boss” soon.
No one is going to stop me from taking what I want, except maybe myself.
I built this firm from the ground up and I don’t follow anyone’s rules. But I do have my own rules to make sure I don’t ruin everything I’ve made by playing fast and loose with my heart. Like I’m starting to do with her…
I’m used to getting what I want but I’m not used to wanting something more.

Madilyn:

My boss is not supposed to be trying to sleep with me. And I’m not supposed to want to let him.
Asher Marks and I couldn’t be any different if we tried. Sure, we’re both ambitious lawyers but the comparison stops there.
He’s older, much more experienced than I am in the courtroom and the bedroom, he’s filthy rich and the word around the firm is that he’s a player.

I can’t stand guys like him. He thinks he can do what he wants whenever he wants.
He wants me to say “Yes boss,” “Please boss,” “More boss.”
For some strange reason, I start to want to say it. I want to let him have me. What has gotten into me?
I’m the type of woman who likes to stay in control of my life, my career and my relationships.
So why do I want to give it up— quite literally— to my boss, of all people? And what will happen to my career— and my heart— if I do?

We take what we f*cking want. Even when what we want is the same girl.

Dante:

I’m one half of the infamous Rossi Brothers.
We share everything. And I do mean fucking everything.
Together we’ve built an empire known as The Fun House gentleman’s club and we’ve become two of the most powerful— although also the most investigated— men in town.
We need to protect what’s ours and the last thing we need is a fucking distraction.
But now we can’t seem to keep our two… business interests… out of the hottest dancer to ever walk into our club and into both of our lives.

Marino :

Jessica showed up out of nowhere, bringing with her the sexiest curves I’d ever seen.
I’d promised myself not to share club girls with Dante.
We’ve set up rules and number one is to never mix business with pleasure.
But Jessica’s so hot we can’t resist. And neither my brother nor I are known for playing by the rules.
I might not be thinking with the right fucking head but Jessica has me thinking with my heart as well… and that’s when the fun starts to get dangerous.

Jessica :

I’m going undercover. As a stripper.
My Senate committee assigns me to investigate The Fun House and take down the Rossi brothers.
I might be the youngest member of the committee but I’m good at my job- the best. But now I’m doing my job in six-inch heels and not much else.
I’m ready to do whatever it takes but nothing prepares me for Dante and Marino.
These possessive bad boys want me. Exclusively. Giving them private dances.
How was I supposed to know how much fun it would be to bare my body and my soul to two muscular, tattooed brothers at the same time?
They say they care about me but I know they care about loyalty even more.
Will they ever forgive me when they uncover the truth? The real reason I came to their club was to bring them down.

Dante:

I’m one half of the infamous Rossi Brothers.
We share everything. And I do mean fucking everything.
Together we’ve built an empire known as The Fun House gentleman’s club and we’ve become two of the most powerful— although also the most investigated— men in town.
We need to protect what’s ours and the last thing we need is a fucking distraction.
But now we can’t seem to keep our two… business interests… out of the hottest dancer to ever walk into our club and into both of our lives.

Marino :

Jessica showed up out of nowhere, bringing with her the sexiest curves I’d ever seen.
I’d promised myself not to share club girls with Dante.
We’ve set up rules and number one is to never mix business with pleasure.
But Jessica’s so hot we can’t resist. And neither my brother nor I are known for playing by the rules.
I might not be thinking with the right fucking head but Jessica has me thinking with my heart as well… and that’s when the fun starts to get dangerous.

Jessica :

I’m going undercover. As a stripper.
My Senate committee assigns me to investigate The Fun House and take down the Rossi brothers.
I might be the youngest member of the committee but I’m good at my job- the best. But now I’m doing my job in six-inch heels and not much else.
I’m ready to do whatever it takes but nothing prepares me for Dante and Marino.
These possessive bad boys want me. Exclusively. Giving them private dances.
How was I supposed to know how much fun it would be to bare my body and my soul to two muscular, tattooed brothers at the same time?
They say they care about me but I know they care about loyalty even more.
Will they ever forgive me when they uncover the truth? The real reason I came to their club was to bring them down.

We take what we f*cking want. Even when what we want is the same girl.

The coach's daughter is untouchable and I need to stay in his good graces to save my football career. But I'll touch whatever I fucking want..

WESLEY:

I’ve fucked up more than once, but I’m Wesley Reynolds— the star quarterback everyone loves. Women fall at my feet and the rules don’t apply to me. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Or at least that’s the way it used to be. Now I’m on fucking probation in a new town at a new college.

When I moved to Calton and started playing football for the Wildcats under Coach Thompson, everyone—including the coach himself— told me his daughter Chelsea was off limits. And due to my troubled past, I have to stay in the coach’s good graces for the one season I’m on his team, or risk losing my football career for good.

Chelsea’s shaking those hips every day, taunting me. They say she’s innocent and inexperienced, but she bats those gorgeous blue eyes at me like she wants me to rock her world. Her perfect curves look sinfully delicious under that short cheerleading skirt and they tempt me to risk itall.

I’ve never been good at following the rules. And now I’ve got to make a bold, dirty play.

Because when I want something, I fucking take it.

CHELSEA:

Everyone’s father is strict, but mine? I’m unlucky enough to be the football coach’s daughter. He penalizes his players for an out of bounds play if they so much as look at me the wrong way.

Until recently, that’s been fine by me. I’ve had to work twice as hard to prove myself since everyone assumes I’m only the head cheerleader for the Calton Wildcats because of my dad’s influence. I’ve lead my squad to a State conference victory and this year Nationals is within reach. I don’t need the distraction of dating dumb jocks to get in the way of my goals.

But the minute that Wesley Reynolds walks onto the field, I can’t get his hard, lean, tattooed muscles out of my mind. I know he’s a player both on and off the field, and I’ve heard rumors that he takes the word “heartbreaker” to a whole new level.

I also know that he’s only in town for one football season but I just want to let loose and have a little fun for once.

I’m about to break Dad’s rules for the first time ever.

I’ll let Wesley make a pass at me, but I won’t let him run off with my heart.

WESLEY:

I’ve fucked up more than once, but I’m Wesley Reynolds— the star quarterback everyone loves. Women fall at my feet and the rules don’t apply to me. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Or at least that’s the way it used to be. Now I’m on fucking probation in a new town at a new college.

When I moved to Calton and started playing football for the Wildcats under Coach Thompson, everyone—including the coach himself— told me his daughter Chelsea was off limits. And due to my troubled past, I have to stay in the coach’s good graces for the one season I’m on his team, or risk losing my football career for good.

Chelsea’s shaking those hips every day, taunting me. They say she’s innocent and inexperienced, but she bats those gorgeous blue eyes at me like she wants me to rock her world. Her perfect curves look sinfully delicious under that short cheerleading skirt and they tempt me to risk itall.

I’ve never been good at following the rules. And now I’ve got to make a bold, dirty play.

Because when I want something, I fucking take it.

CHELSEA:

Everyone’s father is strict, but mine? I’m unlucky enough to be the football coach’s daughter. He penalizes his players for an out of bounds play if they so much as look at me the wrong way.

Until recently, that’s been fine by me. I’ve had to work twice as hard to prove myself since everyone assumes I’m only the head cheerleader for the Calton Wildcats because of my dad’s influence. I’ve lead my squad to a State conference victory and this year Nationals is within reach. I don’t need the distraction of dating dumb jocks to get in the way of my goals.

But the minute that Wesley Reynolds walks onto the field, I can’t get his hard, lean, tattooed muscles out of my mind. I know he’s a player both on and off the field, and I’ve heard rumors that he takes the word “heartbreaker” to a whole new level.

I also know that he’s only in town for one football season but I just want to let loose and have a little fun for once.

I’m about to break Dad’s rules for the first time ever.

I’ll let Wesley make a pass at me, but I won’t let him run off with my heart.

The coach's daughter is untouchable and I need to stay in his good graces to save my football career. But I'll touch whatever I fucking want..

He used to think jumping out of planes was an adrenaline kick. Until he tried falling in love.

Whitney

I knew starting my career as a physical therapist would be tough. But I never expected the challenge of my newest patient, Harlow Bradford.
He may be a smoking hot American hero, but he’s still a cocky, arrogant player
Harlow suffered catastrophic injuries in a helicopter crash, but his doctor claims he’s almost completely recovered. Based on my training, though, I’m suspicious of both of their motives.
Harlow’s recovery story seems a little too good to be true. I’m too smart to fall for his act.

So why is it so hard to remember that my job is to heal his body, not fantasize about jumping his bones?

Harlow:

Free-falling into a combat zone used to be the ultimate rush. Now I’m free-falling into a different kind of enemy territory: love and commitment.
I can have any girl I want, but serious relationships are off limits to guys like me.
I’m an airman, married to the USAF. I only trust my pararescue team.
I jump out of planes, I rescue my brothers, I save the world. Until my world crashes down- literally.
Now my course is colliding with Whitney Reid, who thinks she knows better than my own doctor.
I’m determined to return to my Special Forces unit, and distractions to any mission can be deadly. Especially when they come in the sexy, curvy form of the physical therapist who is questioning my doctor’s judgment and causing me to question my own damn sanity.

I know I can get in her pants, but I refuse to let her get in my way. So why can’t I get her out of my head?

Whitney

I knew starting my career as a physical therapist would be tough. But I never expected the challenge of my newest patient, Harlow Bradford.
He may be a smoking hot American hero, but he’s still a cocky, arrogant player
Harlow suffered catastrophic injuries in a helicopter crash, but his doctor claims he’s almost completely recovered. Based on my training, though, I’m suspicious of both of their motives.
Harlow’s recovery story seems a little too good to be true. I’m too smart to fall for his act.

So why is it so hard to remember that my job is to heal his body, not fantasize about jumping his bones?

Harlow:

Free-falling into a combat zone used to be the ultimate rush. Now I’m free-falling into a different kind of enemy territory: love and commitment.
I can have any girl I want, but serious relationships are off limits to guys like me.
I’m an airman, married to the USAF. I only trust my pararescue team.
I jump out of planes, I rescue my brothers, I save the world. Until my world crashes down- literally.
Now my course is colliding with Whitney Reid, who thinks she knows better than my own doctor.
I’m determined to return to my Special Forces unit, and distractions to any mission can be deadly. Especially when they come in the sexy, curvy form of the physical therapist who is questioning my doctor’s judgment and causing me to question my own damn sanity.

I know I can get in her pants, but I refuse to let her get in my way. So why can’t I get her out of my head?

He used to think jumping out of planes was an adrenaline kick. Until he tried falling in love.

She’s so stuck up. She obviously has something to prove. Her personality is so not my type. But all I want to do is put my hands all over that curvy ass of hers.

Jensen

I don’t do love. So why am I hung up on my lawyer, of all women? While she was waxing poetic as an eager law student, I was putting my life on the line to save my brothers in arms; risking it all jumping out of airplanes on my Special Ops missions to rescue American heroes cut off behind enemy lines.

Thanks to a bullshit assault and battery charge, I left the highly elite USAF OPSEC division. Now what I do is train new recruits to rescue servicemen when they’re injured. I also do one night stands. But I don’t do commitment.

So why am I so into this attorney who thinks she’s too good to represent me?

He’s dangerous. A criminal. He has tattoos. And he’s not even my type. But those muscles. That chest. Are his good looks the only reason I can’t get him out of my head?

Riley

I have it made. I’m an up and coming, successful lawyer at a large firm, and I’m engaged to the son of the founding partner. Sure, our relationship is more about politics than love, but what else does a woman need in this day and age?

At least that’s what I used to think. Until I met him. Jensen. I was supposed to save his career, save him. That was before shit hit the fan and I was told to take a “leave of absence” to “get my priorities straight”-all because I refused to be shady just to win the case.

Now I’m starting to think Jensen was sent to save my career. But as my job and my relationship start to unravel, the last thing I need is a distraction…

She’s so stuck up. She obviously has something to prove. Her personality is so not my type. But all I want to do is put my hands all over that curvy ass of hers.

Jensen

I don’t do love. So why am I hung up on my lawyer, of all women? While she was waxing poetic as an eager law student, I was putting my life on the line to save my brothers in arms; risking it all jumping out of airplanes on my Special Ops missions to rescue American heroes cut off behind enemy lines.

Thanks to a bullshit assault and battery charge, I left the highly elite USAF OPSEC division. Now what I do is train new recruits to rescue servicemen when they’re injured. I also do one night stands. But I don’t do commitment.

So why am I so into this attorney who thinks she’s too good to represent me?

He’s dangerous. A criminal. He has tattoos. And he’s not even my type. But those muscles. That chest. Are his good looks the only reason I can’t get him out of my head?

Riley

I have it made. I’m an up and coming, successful lawyer at a large firm, and I’m engaged to the son of the founding partner. Sure, our relationship is more about politics than love, but what else does a woman need in this day and age?

At least that’s what I used to think. Until I met him. Jensen. I was supposed to save his career, save him. That was before shit hit the fan and I was told to take a “leave of absence” to “get my priorities straight”-all because I refused to be shady just to win the case.

Now I’m starting to think Jensen was sent to save my career. But as my job and my relationship start to unravel, the last thing I need is a distraction…